A White Mercedes Pulled Up to Gate Six on a Tuesday Afternoon Without a Permit

“What happens to Private Dewitt and Private Salas?”

“Nothing.

They followed an order from a civilian.

I’ve already told personnel no action goes in their files.”

“Then you know her order was unlawful.”

Harmon picked up his tea and did not drink it.

Half under the phone sat a pink routing slip, QM ARCHIVE, BLDG 4, with a date in the upper corner older than most of the clerks in this building.

“You keep a lot of old paper in this office, Colonel.”